Friday prayer is the time where we could see the strength of Muslim. How everyone would stop doing their everyday routine and walking towards the same place. Some with sejadah on his shoulder, some with turban, some with their crocs and some with a red punk hair.
It's always a great feeling looking at the huge crowd and remembering yourself that you are part of them, their brothers and deep inside us we always pray that they have the same tauhid that would stand strong and offer their helping hands whenever you need them.
When I was completing my matriculation phase 10 years ago (uishh..tua nya skang), the mosque where we performed our Friday prayer is around 2KM from our college. The distance was not actually the issue, but the terrain was. The mosque is located uphill where you really need to tilt your body upfront to balance yourselves and walking up the hill a little bit easier. During those days, most of us managed to develop a nice leg muscle by walking there every Friday ^^
Most of the time we would buy our lunch, either tapau or dined there after our last period of class and went back to our room to have s short siesta before going to the mosque. If we were late enough, we would be walking towards the mosque where we couldn't see anyone else passing by..And while we were walking up the hill, we would see some heads on the peak coming down.
"Damn, dah abeh dh semayang!!!"
We would think of the best deceiving plan to cover our shameful lateness when that happened =p. Sometimes we would go into the shops around there or just walking down the hill back to our room like everybody else only that we were the one on the lead. Haishhh~~ Don't try this at home!!
I was also caught once when I replied to my friend half-awake to go first the time he waked me up for the friday prayer. I was drifted back into my afternoon nap and when I woke up, it was already 2 PM. I walked to the bathroom and when I walked out from there, Ustaz has already waiting outside.
"Tak semayang ye..turun bawah!!"
Damn~~~ kena denda berjemur in front of the surau and it was so embarrassing much more when huge group of the male student walked passed us from the mosque. Perghh..malu siot!! It really was a lesson learnt the hard way.
But I remembered one of the student when he was asked by the lecturer, we found out that he never went to the mosque for Friday prayer until the day he was caught. I dont know. Maybe after that event he was still not going or a sense of responsibility might have kicked in.